Evening, peoples...
Took my boy for his afternoon walk. He tried to pull me into the pub, but I resisted.
On the walk back by the same pub... It was futile. He couldn't resist. So we stopped for a beer. Or four.
Tank is so well liked there he has his own water bowl. The cooks love him, the servers love him, the owner loves him... the bartenders love him.
Did I mention the dude is a broad magnet? Hot broads be like, "Oh, can I pet your dog?!" Why yes... yes, you can.
Tank loves it, and I can drink my beers in peace because he's occupied with hot broads.